Category: writing
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Bloom of Love
The rose speaks of love silently, in a language known only to the heart. Unknown It’s after midnight, but I had to get an image in for RDP Saturday: Image. Another rose from one of my quarantine walks. Good Night, and a Happy Sunday to You!
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Singing Lessons
LEARN TO SING, EVEN IF YOU CAN’T CARRY A TUNE! Weekend Writing Prompt #155: Tune (10 Words) —A Little Weekend Humor— Happy Saturday! Photo by Andrea Piacquadio from Pexels (text added by me)
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Yes, Yes, Yes!
Yes to the rhythm, Yes to the beat, If you can’t stand the fire, Then get out of the heat! Yes to the lyrics, Yes to the tune, Swing to the melody, And dance to the moon! This is a celebratory piece for sure. I was procrastinating a term paper in comparative religion, and the…
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Faith to Fly
Faith is the bird that feels the light when the dawn is still dark. Rabindranath Tagore Another recycled image today! I had forgotten about my “feather close-ups” that I wanted to dig into some months ago. When I saw the Ragtag Daily Prompt: Abstract in Black and White I went searching and found one that…
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House of Joy
Hidden in the sticks, Forbidden love, house of tricks, Lonely man finds joy. I’m sorry. A little rough around the edges there, but what the hell. Couldn’t resist. I’m finding solace in humor and lightheartedness these days. Anyway… this is a recycled image from the old copper mining town of Jerome (Arizona), once known as…
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Tree Party
When the zephyr appears, We flutter and sway, A waltz in the wind, An impassioned ballet. If the squalls should arrive, We’ll shake, and we’ll sing, Let loose of the branch, Square dance in a ring. The birds will take part, Building homes for the new, Whistling with joy, Loving chirps, or a coo. It’s…
a sprinkle of faith 